Arthur Morgan X Charles Novels & Stories

Edmund said as he clenched his fist. “Come on, man, you are favoring him because he is a family, right?” Morgan asked. “Ahem, we— we are getting really late, and we need to leave as soon as we can,” Charles interrupted as he looked at them. He knew that he was not the part of the conversation, but he was feeling extremely awkward. He just wanted to go out and get some fresh air. But he just could not leave when those two were talking.

Morgana was still hiding behind the car with all that had happened earlier replaying like a movie in her imagination. She had been playing catch with Harrison, the son of Theodore. He had warned her several times never to go near his son because she was filth, but neither she nor his son ever obeyed him. Instead, his son always made her play catch with him in the evenings when he could not see them and before she went home with her mother.

Abel walked closer. “You were sixteen.” Charles shook his head. “Project Mercy was later.” “Yes.” “Then—” “You met me before Arthur Bell entered the lab.” Charles froze. “That’s impossible.” Abel smiled sadly. “You knew Arthur before the murders.” The room went silent. Charles's face emptied. “No.” “Yes.” “How?” Abel looked toward Helen. She closed her eyes. Charles whispered: “Helen.” She couldn't answer. Abel did. “Arthur worked for your father.”

Charles muttered something incoherent, but Arthur didn’t stop to listen. Once they reached the restrooms, Arthur shoved Charles inside, pushing him into one of the stalls. Charles staggered, leaning heavily against the stall door, his drunken antics still in full swing. Arthur wasn’t having any of it. He made sure to close the door so it won’t open for Charles even his drunken, confused state. He grabbed an empty bucket from the corner, filled it with cold water at the sink, and climbed onto the toilet in the adjacent stall. Without a word of warning, Arthur dumped the entire bucket of cold water over Charles' head.

He gave her a small smile. She heaved a deep breath and did the same thing Colfre taught her earlier. Colfre watches her intently, his eyes bore on the focused stance of his queen. He watches as the tip of the arrow aims directly at the center of the target. He walks beside her, behind her, and back to her side, checking her form. When Morrigan lets go of the arrow it hits the target but not with the same accuracy when Colfre was aiding her. Still, a smile on Morrigan’s eyes can be seen evidently.

My knees carried the lingering weakness that always came after a difficult hearing. Winning should have felt different. Instead, I kept replaying every objection, every interruption, every moment when I thought I might lose my footing. "Not bad, Ms. Hart." The voice startled me. I turned. Charles Morgan stood near the doorway. Even from across the room, he carried himself with the effortless authority of a man who had spent decades walking into courtrooms and leaving with exactly what he wanted. His silver hair was neatly combed back. His suit looked as though it had been tailored by someone obsessed with precision. Only the slightly loosened tie suggested he was human.

Morgan hissed. Those words were the trigger. All the grief, anger, and pain Morgan had held back over his daughter, over Andrew (Charles's slain son), and over his parents destroyed by Charles, was now unleashed in one explosion of violence. Morgan delivered the first blow to Charles’s jaw. It wasn't a trained punch; it was a blow driven by a father’s fury. Charles hit the wall with the sound of cracking bone. “This is for my parents!” Morgan roared, pulling Charles back and delivering a second punch to his stomach. Charles coughed blood. He didn't fight back. He was shocked by the ferocity of Morgan, who was known as a calm and controlled man. “This is for my daughter!” Morgan hit him again

I really don’t want Vincent to win here, but the others also didn’t want to be the leader, there’s a big opportunity that they give their voices to Vincent because I think everyone here already catches his intention. We started to vote, even though I don’t know them personally, I can do a quick screening that the older might the wisest so I vote for Dave, as he looks older than us. Many of them vote for Vincent as he really opens to that opportunity, and yeah he won the position. They shocked me again when they chose me as the secretary and Arthur as my partner. But I think that’s better than I have to be in Kathy's position to manage our budget during this program. I really don’t know wheth

Jonathan understood well here. The one who made Deep Arlord lose one side of his vision was Morgan himself, known as Mr, A. "Deep Arlord is working with Asher." Morgan just smiled. "Oh yeah? How about we play? Don't you miss it?" Asked Morgan casually. She rocked her chair swinging casually while closing her eyes. "I think we should loosen up your muscles. See you're starting to bulge, since we got married." She said without opening her eyes and kept her eyes closed.

he relented. morgan smiled, relieved. "Thank you. I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly tonight, especially with Mrs. Charles being here. She spent ten billion dollars on that piece of land recently—she could use some help navigating these circles." Larry nodded, leading her inside. morgan ’s heart raced as she spotted ethan deep in conversation with a group of foreign investors. Gathering her courage, she lifted the hem of her dress and started toward him, but her path was suddenly blocked by an elderly man carrying a large vase. They collided, the vase tipping and spilling water all over morgan ’s gown.